~~
In the Stars Fair
Sometimes it's falling
Lost in the dark

My love,
Mingles with millions of stars
Same but hundreds of thousands of light in the line

Who are given
What I have found
But all I have taken

Among thee who am I
Even where are you
Or maybe known to me as the North Star

Lost within everyone
Beyond the known path
Apart from the light

Footprints fade out in the same path
Still spots on the shadows
Even yet it's called the galaxy
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

When trouble overwhelms me and it seems no hope is to be found. When the waves wash over me and I feel as if I would drown. I focus all of my energies and find my center. Then I regain my balance and I become one with the rain and the waves. I embrace the calm of the chaos, and see the true direction the wind is blowing. Only when I have joined the turmoil, can I find my true direction and become one with the storm.

People see misery and ask why oh God. People see suffering and ask why won't God answer. When in truth God has been speaking to us all along. In every act of suffering, in every instance of misery, he cries out where are you. If we all took up his banner and all listened to his call. We would stop our hate and violence to give help and comfort to all. God does not want to judge us, we pass judgement on ourselves. When we deny our brother a piece of bread or fail to see his problems. We tune out God who is yelling at us, but we just refuse to hear, for God is not silent, we just will not listen.

Initially at first it just comes as a thought
Something, which is part of routine
Since routine is boring, we tend to think differently
Apart from routine
Even in doing there is no deviation in thought process
All we do is we think about something different.

Think about something
Something, which does not come quite often to your mind
Something new
Something different
Something that seems quite distinct and rare
Something unusual
Some sort of a thing, something
Something with which you are not frequently accustomed
Something that does not belong to your routine

Since normal and routine life is boring
It’s completely normal to think of something different

In doing so,
Initially, at first it will come to mind as a sort of a wave
Just for a moment or so

Then afterwards,
This something will become a figment of imagination

Thereafter,
This something seems to be a bit far more exaggerated

Then afterwards over a period of time
This something will seem close to your life

Then again,
This something will get remotely connected somewhere with the thoughts going on in your mind.

It’s an imagination
This something is nothing, but an imagination
Not even more of an imagination, but definitely an imagination.

Imagination, desire, dreams are part of everyone’s life
Still everyone has his own way to look at them
Everyone deals with them in their own way.

As strange as it may seem to be, one thing is for sure
Imagination has always remained a part of each and everyone’s life
Consistency and frequency may vary, it may differ
However, over a period of time
Like dreams and desire, imagination also becomes a part of everyone’s life.

Great Spirit, I'm too tired to offer prayer,
too worn to ask for grace or strength divine,
so I must trust that You will still be there.

I speak far less; some think that I don't care,
it's more that I cannot abide to whine.
Great Spirit, I'm too tired to offer prayer.

My friends have precious little left to share,
no muttered reassurance all is fine,
so I must trust that You will still be there.

I sit at night beside her empty chair
with sleepless memories to fill my mind.
Great Spirit, I'm too tired to offer prayer.

Her footsteps echoes hanging in thin air
remind me of lost chances and lost time,
so I must trust that You will still be there.

My silence does not leave me unaware;
what words are left when one is left behind?
Great Spirit, I'm too tired to offer prayer,
so I must trust that You will still be there.

Through translucent eyelids,
the light increases.
Wherever we are, this is so.
Time zones delineate regions
where the light has been,
and where it is heading.
As some stretch slowly in  
morning beds, dusky birds
across the world sound
soft evening songs.
Rambunctious, small boys
outrun their mothers,
somewhere in between.

Plenitude is with us,
in all this abundant life.
We can create an end
to the rampant, senseless
tragedy, to the desperation
looming hard upon so many.
It is what we are here to do.